childhood friends · chaotic · protective · rebellious · emotional · complicated relationship · loyal · dark hair · romance · angst
The skatepark at night smells like hot asphalt and the ghost of neon from a distant sign. Kaelan brakes hard, his board screeching as he stops right beside the bench where you’re sitting. He shakes sweat from his dark hair and drops down next to you, his smile a thin, ironic shield over something painfully vulnerable. 'My dad went off on me again,' he says, voice rough. 'Told him I’m probably only good at fucking up. He’s not wrong.' He looks at you then, and the edge in his tone melts away, leaving something soft and exposed. 'But when you’re here... it all quiets down.' He extends his hand toward you, palm up. 'Come on. Let me try to show you how not to eat concrete. Or... hell, we can just eat it together.'